An Ember in the Ashes. Sabaa Tahir

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       CHAPTER ONE

       Laia

      My big brother reaches home in the dark hours before dawn, when even ghosts take their rest. He smells of steel and coal and forge. He smells of the enemy.

      He folds his scarecrow body through the window, bare feet silent on the rushes. A hot desert wind blows in after him, rustling the limp curtains. His sketchbook falls to the floor, and he nudges it under his bunk with a quick foot, as if it’s a snake.

      Where have you been, Darin? In my head, I have the courage to ask the question, and Darin trusts me enough to answer. Why do you keep disappearing? Why, when Pop and Nan need you? When I need you?

      Every night for almost two years, I’ve wanted to ask. Every night, I’ve lacked the courage. I have one sibling left. I don’t want him to shut me out like he has everyone else.

      But tonight’s different. I know what’s in his sketchbook. I know what it means.

      ‘You shouldn’t be awake.’ Darin’s whisper jolts me from my thoughts. He has a cat’s sense for traps – he got it from our mother. I sit up on the bunk as he lights the lamp. No use pretending to be asleep.

      ‘It’s past curfew, and three patrols have gone by. I was worried.’

      ‘I can avoid the soldiers, Laia. Lots of practice.’ He rests his chin on my bunk and smiles Mother’s sweet, crooked smile. A familiar look – the one he gives me if I wake from a nightmare or we run out of grain. Everything will be fine, the look says.

      He picks up the book on my bed. ‘Gather in the Night,’ he reads the title. ‘Spooky. What’s it about?’

      ‘I just started it. It’s about a jinn—’ I stop. Clever. Very clever. He likes hearing stories as much as I like telling them. ‘Forget that. Where were you? Pop had a dozen patients this morning.’

       And I filled in for you because he can’t do so much alone. Which left Nan to bottle the trader’s jams by herself. Except she didn’t finish. Now the trader won’t pay us, and we’ll starve this winter, and why in the skies don’t you care?

      I say these things in my head. The smile’s already dropped off Darin’s face.

      ‘I’m not cut out for healing,’ he says. ‘Pop knows that.’

      I want to back down, but I think of Pop’s slumped shoulders this morning. I think of the sketchbook.

      ‘Pop and Nan depend on you. At least talk to them. It’s been months.’

      I wait for him to tell me that I don’t understand. That I should leave him be. But he just shakes his head, drops down into his bunk, and closes his eyes like he can’t be bothered to reply.

      ‘I saw your drawings.’ The words tumble out in a rush, and Darin’s up in an instant, his face stony. ‘I wasn’t spying,’ I say. ‘One of the pages was loose. I found it when I changed the rushes this morning.’

      ‘Did you tell Nan and Pop? Did they see?’

      ‘No, but—’

      ‘Laia, listen.’ Ten hells, I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to hear his excuses. ‘What you saw is dangerous,’ he says. ‘You can’t tell anyone about it. Not ever. It’s not just my life at risk. There are others—’

      ‘Are you working for the Empire, Darin? Are you working for the Martials?’

      He is silent. I think I see the answer in his eyes, and I feel ill. My brother is a traitor to his own people? My brother is siding with the Empire?

      If he hoarded grain, or sold books, or taught children to read, I’d understand. I’d be proud of him for doing the things I’m not brave enough to do. The Empire raids, jails, and kills for such ‘crimes’, but teaching a six-year-old her letters isn’t evil – not in the minds of my people, the Scholar people.

      But what Darin has done is sick. It’s a betrayal.

      ‘The Empire killed our parents,’ I whisper. ‘Our sister.’

      I want to shout at him, but I choke on the words. The Martials conquered Scholar lands five hundred years ago, and since then, they’ve done nothing but oppress and enslave us. Once, the Scholar Empire was home to the finest universities and libraries in the world. Now, most of our people can’t tell a school from an armoury.

      ‘How could you side with the Martials? How, Darin?’

      ‘It’s not what you think, Laia. I’ll explain everything, but—’

      He pauses suddenly, his hand jerking up to silence СКАЧАТЬ